Stopping her rush, Bellatroix reaches near her destination. She stands to her feet, eyes of green and violet witness a disaster that was once a safe haven for those mortal beings. This one was unfamiliar, it did not fit within the style of Rafar, too bold and reckless, or Lidia, not enough flames. As she scanned the situation, the presence of the knight, the hunter and his apprentice, the crusader. Something else approached. She looked out across the city, seeing that Rafar had started to move. Had he resolved himself? Was he lured by the presence of the hunter?
"Have the planets aligned themselves, I wonder," she mutters.
She slipped swiftly down the walls of the building in hopes to evacuate anything young. A wiff of something assaulted her nostrils, blood, and fresh death, the air is full of it, and from one end appealing, the other repulsed. The latter feeling wins. She glances over at a nun, face frozen in terror, who had, perhaps, crawled out before succumbing to her wounds based on her nails broken and dug into the ground.
"I pray your soul forgives this desecration, sister, but I need this more than you do now," she says softly as she slips out her tail, grabbing the corpse and dragging it towards her quietly into the dark with her and then melding into her. Bellatroix's body, briefly deforms, a horrific amalgamation of flesh, eyes, teeth, and hair, shifting about until assembling to resemble the fallen nun, hood and all. This was less for the hunter and apprentice, and more for those more pious soldiers, much less likely for them to question a lady of the faith, after all.
She crossed the threshold into the bloody hell that awaited her deep within the cathedral. She was stopped suddenly by a crescendo that assaults her ears. She held her head with one hand and looked about for its source. What an infernal sound! She sees where it is coming from, kneeling down in a strange prayer, that knight is doing it. Her facade of a body quivers, but she couldn't allow something so simple to overtake her, composing herself as something greater took her attention. Hearing was impaired, but scent was still strong, and through the blood and death she sensed living bodies below her.
"The basement," she cries out falling onto her knees, her tone convincingly distressed thanks to the agony brought upon her ears. As she touched the floor she finds a peculiar large black feather then lifted her head to see a child... what seems to be a child, trapped beneath a pew. She tilts her head slowly, analyzing this situation. She never sensed anything leave, and she ponders why her maternal senses were not overcoming her, and why the creature would spare one when it had been so thorough otherwise. The answer was clear, and had she been a hunter herself she would have this over already... but she is now, so so she simply watches and waits, it is all she can do unless provoked otherwise.
What do you intend to achieve in this subterfuge?